Discomfort endlessly has pulled itself upon me, distracting. I can’t seem to find myself again, my walls are closing in, without a sense of confidence. I’m convinced that there’s just too much pressure to take. I walked inside.

“In spite of the way you were mocking me, acting like I was part of your property. Remembering all the times you fought with me I’m surprised it got so far. Things aren’t the way they were before – you wouldn’t even recognize me anymore. Not that you knew me back then, but it all comes back to me In the end.” he said to his girlfriend, glad he had the courage to do it – it had to be done.

When this began I had nothing to say and I get lost in the nothingness inside of me – I was confused. And I let it all out to find that I’m not the only person with these things in mind. But all the vacancy the words revealed Is the only real thing that I’ve got left to feel. Just stuck, hollow and alone and the fault is my own.